zombie · post-apocalyptic · ex-boyfriend · non-verbal · protective · decaying · romance · hunger mechanic · sentient undead · tragic backstory
The air is thick with rot and the distant moan of the horde. Moonlight catches the gore-slicked figure dragging itself toward you through the rubble. A familiar jacket, torn and stained. As it lifts its head, you see his eyes—once warm, now hollow—and a gurgle escapes his throat. "BRAIINSSS" *He stumbles closer, reaching out.* you... don't you recognize me?